anyone;

[abysm]

Frost sparkles everywhere. 

On trees. Across the lake. Gathers even on the lengthening hairs of his painted fur. He cannot deny that it makes Hyaline that much more appealing, as if that is necessary or even possible. Neither is he certain how or when this place began to get beneath his skin, enough to become memorable - enough to almost feel like home. But he’s being a tad bit generous with his thoughts on that. Home was wherever his father was and his father certainly did not linger long in Hyaline because of his mother’s dalliances with her lover-queen.

He has just stepped out a dream, having manipulated himself into the background of it. Sometimes he does that, just to spy on what others dream though he’s never once set foot into anything his mother might dream up. Not because he’s afraid of her or afraid of intruding on her, just because he has no absolute desire to feel any less than he already is from the moment she sought to make Solace’s dragon-get her own or their trio of babies that came after. Call him jealous, he probably is but he feels left out despite having met all the foals that have come between them. Velk and Valdis, then the triplets but he preceded them all. He was the first, but did it count since he did not come from his mother’s loins but rather, his father’s through pain and magic? 

It cannot possibly matter as the morning paints the sky in flames, in honor of fire as it burns and blazes above. Most of them still squander the morning in sleep, probably even in dreams because he can feel them pull at his skin, almost like an itch that he needs to scratch but somehow, Abysm resists. So he remains, loose-limbed but almost poised for something, be it flight or to rip his way into someone else’s dream. He could almost believe he’s alone - almost. Were it not for the faint murmurings of someone by the lake, someone whose voice he happened to recognize the girlish intonation of.

Valdis.

He creeps up on her for all that a grown stallion can. Which is saying much since he cannot remember the last time he’d given thought to growing up. It just sort of happened. One moment, he looked into Hyaline’s lake and saw a moody lanky colt and if he looked now, he’d see a serious stallion coming into muscle and height, and a face as dished and handsome as his mother’s is dished and beautiful. Of course she’s at the lake though. It is jewel-bright, even iced over like it is this morning. He looks on as she ignites the air and presses a flaming hoof to the frozen water and begins to melt the ice away. 

Abysm almost doesn’t want to interrupt her reflection-staring, but he does.

He takes a step closer to her, certain to crunch frost underfoot so she is given enough warning about his approach. Not that she needed it since he is already speaking to her, “Pretty little sister.” he calls, treating her no differently than he’d treat the triplets despite the fact that she is not his sister by blood and only through the relationship their mothers have with one another. Still, he was there for their birth and the aftermath - infancy and now, whatever part of life she’s on the cusp of as she looks into the steaming bubbling surface of water.

He extends his muzzle to her, but ever mindful of the fire she can invoke at a second’s thought. Then again, he could always just suck her into a dream and a not so very nice one at that. But he’d only do that in retaliation. Instead, he’d wish a thousand sweet dreams upon her lovely little head. Not that Abysm would ever care to admit that he actually liked his siblings. They knew, but he liked to make their mothers sweat by pretending that he didn’t. Instead, his attention focuses solely upon little Valdis and her fire-talent.

@[Valdis] thought they should meet <33